to cut to the chase, i'm feeling like shit. here i am again, in this "phase" of not knowing what to do with my life. wait, let me correct that--i don't know what the heck i want to do with my life, and that's way worse.
basically, i'm in jobhunting mode once more. and i'm getting tired of it. 2 jobs in 2 years? that's terrible. and now i'm going for job numero tres. great. good if i already know what i want to do in the long run. but then again, i'm perpetually indecisive and easily impatient. just great. sales? advertising? marketing? photography? IT? to bum, or not to bum? like, WHAT THE FUCK. can i just disappear and get this life thing over and done with? sheesh.
today at work i burst into tears over something so insignificant. my tearducts have a mind of their own, so even if i didn't want to cry over it, it just can't be helped. it's not the stress--hello, how could i be stressed over my so-called work?
and even now as i'm typing this, my tearducts decided that they want another go at it. and this absolutely sucks. what the fuck, i can't even control my own eyes?! how am i supposed to control my life if i can't control my lacrimal glands?!
i guess it's the frustration that i'm not able to meet my own expectations. this sounds a bit mayabang(?), but for most of my life, i have never failed at anything. i may not be the best, but i sure don't fail. it's just not an option. and i guess there's a time for everything, and hence, it's THAT time in my life. woohoo, meet the failure. of course, like everything else in my lucky, lucky life, there couldn't be a better timing. great. when the hell would i be out of this goddamn motherfucking shithole?
and nothing's helping.
this is really one of the times when i just want to
basically, i'm in jobhunting mode once more. and i'm getting tired of it. 2 jobs in 2 years? that's terrible. and now i'm going for job numero tres. great. good if i already know what i want to do in the long run. but then again, i'm perpetually indecisive and easily impatient. just great. sales? advertising? marketing? photography? IT? to bum, or not to bum? like, WHAT THE FUCK. can i just disappear and get this life thing over and done with? sheesh.
today at work i burst into tears over something so insignificant. my tearducts have a mind of their own, so even if i didn't want to cry over it, it just can't be helped. it's not the stress--hello, how could i be stressed over my so-called work?
and even now as i'm typing this, my tearducts decided that they want another go at it. and this absolutely sucks. what the fuck, i can't even control my own eyes?! how am i supposed to control my life if i can't control my lacrimal glands?!
i guess it's the frustration that i'm not able to meet my own expectations. this sounds a bit mayabang(?), but for most of my life, i have never failed at anything. i may not be the best, but i sure don't fail. it's just not an option. and i guess there's a time for everything, and hence, it's THAT time in my life. woohoo, meet the failure. of course, like everything else in my lucky, lucky life, there couldn't be a better timing. great. when the hell would i be out of this goddamn motherfucking shithole?
and nothing's helping.
this is really one of the times when i just want to
DISAPPEAR.
Anonymous
7:59 AM
Dude, relax. You just might be having a quarter life crisis. Watch PBB and you'll find out that our lives are a million times less dramatic than most. If that reflects "tunay na" Filipino youth, then that just sucks. OK, on second thought, DON'T watch.
Waste of time.
- Mary
Anonymous
11:36 AM
eww PBB. teenagers are so annoying. sana may way para ma-skip ang phase na yun. haha.